A/N So, hi. This isn't my first FanFiction, I had an old account. Let's get to the point. There's no Eddie, sorry. This isn't Cinderella. This isn't Black Dragon based. This has absolutely nothing to do with chocolate covered strawberries. Also, I apologise if I accidentally stole your story. I thought of this like an hour ago. So, sorry if my story is word for word the same as yours. (It probably isn't) Also, because I'm British, I may use different wording to other people from this FanFiction. So doesn't hesitate to ask what anything means. And if anything is in italics, it's either a dream or a thought.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin It or Disney XD.

CHAPTER 1

"What are you doing here?" I snarled.

"Long time, no see, Kimmy." He grinned.

"Get. Out." I stepped forward, causing him to edge away, "I said I didn't want to see you again, let alone here."

"What you going to do, Kimmy? Cry me out?" he put his hands up in mock horror.

"Shut up!" He wasn't there. He didn't know. He couldn't. Could he?

"Kim? Kim!" I startled up, almost head butting a pair of chocolate brown eyes, "whoa, slow down tiger. It's not the end of the world."

"Jack? What- where- what happened?" I sat up, looking around. I was in the dojo, lying on a pile of crash mats and wrapped in someone's hoodie.

"Hey, shh. Don't you remember? You studied for Spanish all of last night and when we got here for practice, you just fell asleep. I put you on the mats and gave you my jumper, you looked cold." Jack smiled.

"Thanks, Jack." I handed him his hoodie, "where'd the guys and Rudy go?"

"Falafel Phil's. Practise finished ten minutes ago."

"What?!" I jumped up and began running round the dojo, picking up what I assumed was my GI and belt and heading for the door, "curfew, curfew, curfew, curfew, curfew, oh my god." I was gone within moments.

"Kimberly! Where were you?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I- I had to go back for my belt." I rattled off another excuse.

"Liar! Stupid, stupid girl." A swift hit across my cheek. A sharp, stinging pain that wouldn't leave a mark. Same old, same old. I just had to get over it.

"I'm going to the pub." My uncle said and slammed the door with the same force he'd hit my cheek with.

I raced up the stairs and fell onto my bed, tears begged to form in my eyes but I refused. Never again would Kim Crawford cry. I picked up the photo in the smooth black frame. My only photo. Jack, my parents and me.

"Mummy, I miss you." I smiled. It's hard do deal with life when your parents think it's romantic to join the army together. Especially when one of them dies in combat. I miss my mum. I guess I always will. I have to live with my uncle and my cousin, Charles. They like violence, honestly. So I guess that's something else I have to deal with.

My phone buzzed; a message from Jack and one I'd missed from Jerry.

You ok?

-Jack :)

I replied with a quick 'Fine thanks, just a curfew' and opened Jerry's text.

Nice snoring Kimmy ;)

I laughed. He was lying; you could've read Jerry like a book, even over the phone. My phone buzzed again and I opened Jack's new message.

Come to mine? Need to tell you what you missed at practice ;)

-Jack

I sighed. I had no one to go to about him. My feelings were endless, love, confusion, happiness. But, he couldn't know. He didn't know; no one did. I had my sister, Dylan but she was with my Aunt Charlotte six miles out of town. I could go to Kelsey about everything except my feelings. She'd rattle on about Jerry but Kelsey had more of a heart than Grace ever did.

Sure thing, be right over

K :D

I picked up my keys and, shoving them in my pocket, texted Kelsey to meet me in the park in quarter of an hour.

"Fill me in, Jackamo." I slumped onto Jack's sofa and he did the same.

"Rudy nearly burnt down the dojo attempting to fry chocolate-" he began.

"Again?! That's twice this week." I saw the look on Jack's face, "sorry. Continue."

"Jerry and Milton found a flyer for our Year's Masquerade Ball next Saturday night. You're not meant to go with anyone. Apparently, you go alone, in your mask and attempt to find your friends or a date for the final dance at the end of the night."

"Can't you just ask them who they are?" I stated, the ball sounded pretty cool, but stupid at the same time.

"No. Milton said that you can't ask names, ages, personal questions but that you should be dancing with someone in the last dance or you don't get to go to the after party."

"What's so good about the after-"

"It's at Donna Tobin's house." Jack cut me off and I realised the excitement of the after party. Donna Tobin lived in a five-storey mansion with at least two swimming pools, home cinema, Jacuzzis, gyms, the lot.

"Sounds cool. Thanks for the fill in, Jack. I should go." I smiled and turned to the door.

"Wait, Kim. What's that on your neck?"

No, no, no.

"Nothing." I hurried away and slammed the door.

No, no, no.

I sprinted the distance between Jack's house and the park and, seeing Kelsey, slowed to a halt in front of her.

"Kim. What happened? What's wrong, where've you been?" Kelsey's anxious green eyes burned into mine. I traced the scar running from just above my left collarbone to just below my right one. My voice shaking, I replied,

" He knows."

A/N Well wasn't that fun. Let's recap. Who was Kim talking to in her dream? Was it just a dream? What's with the shifty uncle? What about her scar? Why is she so scared about Jack knowing? Give me your opinions; I'd love to hear them. I know most people prefer the Kim/Grace friendationship but I've always thought she was a bit of a bitch. Especially since Kickin It On Our Own. I hoped you enjoyed it, guys. I'll update as soon as possible. Review please?

- Ells :D